Poems for the Harvest

Harvest Day
Some fields have them lined in pretty rows 
Planted will military precision
Some in random plots as if the sower 
Was racked with terrible indecision
Some are small fields without a wall
For a family to plant with tears
Some are massive, old, and filled
From many plantings through the years.
But from these gardens and fields will stream
The redeemed who will rise again
When the Son comes back in glory and lays waste
To the last shadows of sorrow, death, and sin.